Chapter 51

SIENNA

"You’re cooked."

"Don’t you think I know? All this pent-up sexual frustration. One of these days, I’m afraid I might climb him like a tree."

"Mm-hmm. Sure. Just sexual frustration," Tessa teased, lips curving wickedly.

"Don’t do that."

"Do what?"

She knew damn well what. I buried my face in my hands.

We were at a restaurant, waiting for Celine to show up—her idea of a girls’ dinner. I’d bee